Lustful Stare

I couldn't help but notice Turstin's unusual behavior. I haven't seen him act this way before. He seemed to be different from the three times I'd seen him. In fact, the different days I've seen him came with a different kind of behavior. I was beginning to wonder if he was the one with the problem, or if there was truly a problem with me.

Just as I was about to take up my wine glass, the glass suddenly slipped from my hands and all the wine contents spilled on my shirt.

“Oh shit!” I exclaimed and quickly stood up. Turstin stood up as well, staring at my stained white.

“Let me help you with that,” Turstin said and, immediately, pulled up a white napkin. He turned around and moved over to where I stood. At first, I wondered what he was trying to do, then he suddenly walked closer to me, and took his hand-over to my shoulders, his eyes fixed on my shirt.

Just then, he wiped my hands where the wine spilled on the napkin. At that moment, I suddenly forgot to breathe. His smelled so div